However, his movement was halted by another hand the next second, catching his mid-swing. Corley frowned, eyeing the newcomer with annoyance, "You?" Roseanne murmured, "Mr. Reynolds, how did you..."

Her voice almost broke at that moment.

Owen's gaze settled on her face. "Are you okay?"

Roseanne nodded. "Yeah," but her voice was thick with congestion. That wasn't true.

Owen offered, "I've got my car here. Can I give you a lift home?"

Roseanne said gratefully, "That would be great, thank you."

Owen wrapped an arm around her, ready to leave.

To Roseanne, she felt like a pebble teetering on the edge of a cliff, unstable until Owen showed up, grounding her. "Mr. Reynolds, what brings you here?" Next to the estate was a luxury hotel where he attended a conference. Taking a break, he stepped out for some fresh air and stumbled upon the scene. Owen answered lightly, "Just here for something."

you've lost your way. The conference is next door. It is my

stopped in his tracks, Roseanne halting

guest. No need for Mr. Reynolds

briefly sweeping over him. "Did you ask the

spoke, "I'll go

at a loss for words.

Owen said, "Let's go."

the two men. "Roseanne, where do

onto his lips. "Are you that desperate? Can't live without a

and you just move on like that?

Murray lost all reason, wanting to shame Roseanne, whom he viewed as fickle and ungrateful in the most extreme way possible. Then, he turned to Corley and Owen. "My ex is so appealing to you, huh? Fighting over her? Does

like knives, blood gushing out with every slice. When the pain

on Murray's distorted face, her teeth chattering from the cold as if she got submerged in

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